"Heard his name's Jorge." Spriggan told Jack.
Jorge nodded to Spriggan. "Yes, Jorge is my name. It's good to meet you all. I look forward to working with you...as long as you don't cause any trouble."
He turned back to Rey. "What about it, Rey? It's gone. I don't want to dwell on it, or I'll just drag myself down into a deeper state of depression."
Jagged Alliance 2 LP (Redux) (Closed!)Rey chewed his lip slightly. "What if...maybe...I could tell you what would happen?"
Easing back into life one step at a time"No worries Jorge." Spriggan extended his left hand to shake hands with Jorge while his right hand adjusted the slinged G36K. "Don't underestimate this 16 year old."
"I won't cause trouble as long as no one stokes my fire." Natsu told Jorge.
Always be ready to do the unusual and unexpected.Jackspers put his Terrier Fancy magazine down.
New RP!Vezon was minding his own buisness, when suddenly, he snapped to attention, and made a strangled noise in his throat. That voice!" His eyes panned around the room, then locked onto a single, blue-armored individual.
"YOU!" Vezon leapt through the air, spear raised.
—The Turian swiped his sword at his opposite's umbrella, aiming to parry. A ways away from him, he heard the cry of Vezon. With a rumble, a wall of solid warship hull blocked the Bionicle off from the other, rising to the ceiling.—
Yuuka caught the parry with her umbrella, unnatural strength stopping it and keeping both in place; the unnatural stuff the parasol was made of spared it more than enough time to block the vibroblade. Her free hand pulled back and shot forward in a fist, aimed at the Turian's face.
Galen rose gracefully from the floor. "I am honoured to meet you, Jorge. I am Galen Marek, codename 'Starkiller', Jedi Knight." He bowed.
The voice of thy brother's blood crieth unto me from the groundVezon made a futile attempt at hitting his spear repeatedly on the newly-appeared wall. "Give me back my mask, you watery tart!"
"And who are the droids?" He motioned to Vezon and Hahli.
The voice of thy brother's blood crieth unto me from the groundHahli retaliated by blasting water at Vezon's face, followed by launching a swipe at Vezon's face.
"It seems no-one is going to answer me, so I'll be a good Jedi and seperate them. By the point of my lightsaber." He ignited his lightsaber, and (OOC: Surprise, surprise) a green, unstable blade sprang from the hilt. He rushed into the fray, moving impossibly fast, and stopped dead between the two warring robots. He Repulsed them.
The voice of thy brother's blood crieth unto me from the groundVezon leapt back to his feet, looking ready to throttle Hahli. "Out of the way, psychic boy! This toa has something of mine!"
"Are you so sure violence is the answer? It is not the will of the Force! I will not let more innocents to be slaughtered! I! Have! Seen! Enough!"
The voice of thy brother's blood crieth unto me from the ground"One: when has violence not been the answer? Two: I don't know who this 'Force' person is, but he has no right to interfere in my affairs. Three: Take a look around, pal, how many innocents do you count?"
edited 6th Feb '11 7:26:51 AM by LizardOfAus
Galen pointed to Hahli. "Her, for one. You just attacked her, without provocation! That girl, the one who made the flower sculpture, seems to be another. You will have to go through me, first!" He raised his lightsaber in its Sith Shien position.
edited 6th Feb '11 7:32:19 AM by desdendelle
The voice of thy brother's blood crieth unto me from the ground"Did you not see her shoot water out her hands and then hit me in the face?! She's a toa, dammit, she's more than capable of fending for herself! Now get out my way before I put a spear in your head."
Galen snorted. "You can try. I will not have this meaningless battle continue, not until I understand what's in sake and might be able to solve this meaningless conflict!"
The voice of thy brother's blood crieth unto me from the ground"You wanna know what's at stake here? This toa and her little hoard of buddy-buddys stole my mask of life! That Legendary Mask's been just like a Legendary Mask to me!"
"Has been like a legendary mask to you? I expected something more... important-sounding. Anyway, either you stand down and let me try to solve this conflict peacefully (you can always go back to killing each other if I fail), or face the consequences."
The voice of thy brother's blood crieth unto me from the ground— Saren caught her fist in his other hand, grunting from the shock of absorbing the blow, his arm shaking before forcibly steadying. The Turian then proceeded to attempt steering the youkai into the flowers.—
"Who's the new arrival?"
New RP!